Контрольная работа № 2 для групп кп

ВАРИАНТ 1

1. Напишите следующие предложения во множественном числе, как показано в примере:

This is an apple. – Это яблоко.

These are apples. – Это яблоки.

1. That is a suitcase.

2. This is a room.

3. Is this his ticket?

4. Is that her car?

5. Who saw such a hat?

2. Подчеркните отрицательные местоимения в предложениях, затем переведите эти предложения на русский язык.

1. Nobody lives in this house.

2. We did nothing today.

3. She has no sisters.

4. None of us heard nay voices.

5. The old man took neither of books.

3. Найдите в предложениях модальные глаголы и подчеркните их. Предложения переведите на русский язык.

1. You can swim very well.

2. May I come in?

3. The boys must not quarrel!

4. Young people should do sports.

5. You ought not to smoke here!

6. These workers are to build this building in any weather.

7. How dared you write it?

8. You need not trouble about that.

9. If you will allow me, I will open the door.

10. I have to get up early.

4. Составьте предложения как показано в образце:

Дано: It, fast, plane, the world, in, is, the

Надо: It is the fastest plane in the world. Это самый быстрый самолет в мире.

1. My birthday, good, day, is, in, the year, the

2. Autumn, is, bright, season, of, the year, the

3. This building, is, big, the street, in, building, the

4. The movement, for peace, is, popular, the world, in, the

5. This gallery, is, famous, in, the town, the

5. Вставьте артикли (a, an, the), где нужно.

1. This is … city.

2. This is … city in which we live.

3. This was … money.

4. This was … money I’ve given him.

5. It is … independent country.

6. Her husband was … welder.

7. January is … happiest month in the year.

8. … longest river in … Great Britain is … Severn.

6. Переведите словосочетания.

1. heart diseases –

2. animal products –

3. iron ore –

4. summer holidays –

5. silk dress –

7. Поставьте как можно больше вопросов к данным предложениям (общие, альтернативные и специальные вопросы).

1. The Internet is a huge network of computers spanning this planet.

2. Horoscopes and astrology began in Europe some thousands of years ago.

3. Water pollution will kill large quantity of fish, birds and animals in future.

4. Job hunting was a turning point in his life 5 years ago.

5. American English differs from British English in pronunciation.

6. The global warming will be a dangerous problem in future.

8. Сделайте из утвердительных предложений отрицательные.

1. Radio is one of the most important means of communication.

2. She worked as a research chemist.

3. My little sister wants to study law.

4. He will play tennis with his friends.

5. They were frivolous people.

TEXT

THE RED-HEADED LEAGUE¹

I came to my friend, Mr. Sherlock Holmes, one day in the autumn of last year and saw that he was talking to a very fat gentleman, with red hair. I wanted to go away, but Holmes asked me to stay, and closed the door.

"I am glad you have come, my dear Watson," he said.

"I thought that you were busy."

"Yes, you are right."

"Well, I can wait in the next room."

"No. This gentleman, Mr. Wilson, is my friend and helper."

The fat gentleman half rose from his chair, and nodded

At the same time he looked me over carefully with his small eyes.

"Sit down on this sofa," said Holmes, making himself comfortable in his arm-chair. "I know, my dear Watson, that you also love mysterious cases. Now, Mr. Wilson has come to me this morning to tell a story that I think is very interesting. Perhaps, Mr. Wilson, you'll be so kind to tell your story again. I want to listen to it once more."

The man took a dirty and wrinkled² newspaper out of the pocket of his coat. As he looked down the advertisement column

I looked him over. He was a common Englishman in simple clothes. But he had very red hair.

"Can you not find the advertisement, Mr. Wilson?" asked Holmes.

"Yes, I have got it now," he answered. "Here it is. This was the beginning of all. Read it yourself, sir."

I took the paper and read the following:

"TO THE RED-HEADED LEAGUE. The Red-headed League has one place open with a salary of four pounds a week for simple work. All red-headed men who are not ill, and are older than twenty-one years, can apply³. Come on Monday, at II o'clock, to Duncan Ross, Fleet Street."

"What does it mean?" I asked after reading the strange article twice.

Holmes laughed, as he usually did when he was in good mood.

"And now, Mr. Wilson, tell us about yourself and your life. First, Doctor, pay attention to the paper and the date."

"It is the Morning Chronicle, of August 7, 1890. Just two months ago."

"Very good. Now, Mr. Wilson?"

"Well," said he. "I have a small business at Coburg Square, near the City. It is not a very large affair and I don’t earn much. I have one assistant. He wants to learn the business that's why he works with me."

"What is the name of this young man?" asked Holmes.

"His name is Vincent Spaulding, he is not very young. It's not easy to say his age. I am glad 1 have him. His hobby is photography. He makes pictures everywhere. This is what I don't like about him. But he is a good worker."

"He is still with you, I hope?"

"Yes, sir. He and a girl of fourteen, who cooks, and keeps the place clean. My wife died and I live alone. We live quietly, sir, the three of us.

"One day, eight weeks ago, Spaulding came with this paper in his hand and said:

"'It's a pity my hair is not red, Mr. Wilson.'

"'But why?' I asked.

"'Here is a place on the League of the Red-headed Men. If I could only change the colour of my hair.'

"'Why?' I asked. 'You see, Mr. Holmes, I am a very stay-at-home man⁴ and as I can work at home I don't often leave it. So I didn't know much and I was always glad to hear a piece of news.'

"'Have you never heard of the League of the Red-headed Men?' he asked with surprise.

"'Never.'

"'But you can suit for this place.'

"'And what shall I have?' I asked.

'"About two hundred a year, and very simple work.'

"Tell me more about it,' I said.

"'Well,' he said, 'you see that the League has a place, and there is the address where you can go. I know that the League was founded by an American millionaire, who was very strange. His hair was red and he had a great sympathy⁵ for all red-headed men; so when he died, he left all his money with

instructions to give them to men whose hair is of the same colour. From all 1 hear it is a good pay and very simple work.'

"'But,' 1 said, 'there would be millions of red-headed men who would come.'

"'Not so many as it may seem,'⁶ he answered. 'You should be a Londoner, and a grown man. And your hair cannot be light red or dark red. Your colour is perfect.'

"And I decided to go there. I asked Spaulding to come with me. So we left for the address that was given in the paper.

"I was surprised when I saw so many men with red hair who were in the City. Fleet Street was full of these people. They had every shade of red, but there were not many with hair like mine. I wanted to go away, but Spaulding pushed and pulled until he got me to the steps which led to the office. Soon we found ourselves in the office.

"There was nothing in the room but two chairs and a long table, behind which sat a small man whose hair was redder than mine. He said some words to everybody who came up, and he always found some fault⁷ in them. It was not easy to get this place. When our turn came, the little man spoke better to me than to any of the others, and he closed the door when we entered.

"This is Mr. Wilson,' said my assistant. 'And he wants to work for the League.'

"'And 1 think this work is his,' the other answered. 'I don't remember when I've seen anything so fine.' And he congratulated me on my success.

"'You will excuse me for doing this,' with this words he took my hair in both his hands, and tugged until I yelled with the pain. 'You cry,' said he. 'We have to be careful. People sometimes come in wigs.' He came over to the window and shouted loudly that the place is taken. The people began to walk away in different directions

'"My name,' said he, 'is Duncan Ross. I also work in the League. Have you a family, Mr. Wilson?'

"I answered that I had not.

"His face became sad. But a few minutes later he said that it would be all right.

"'We cannot refuse to a man with such a head of hairs as yours. When shall you be able to start working?'

"'Well, I don't know, because I have a business, already,' said I.

'"Never mind about it,⁸ Mr. Wilson!' said Vincent Spaulding. '1 shall be able to look after that for you.'

'"What would be the working hours?' I asked.

"Ten to two.'

"It was very good for me to earn a little in the mornings. I knew that I could rely on my assistant.

"That would suit me,' said I. 'And the pay?'

"'Is four pounds a week.'

"'And the work?'

'"Is very simple.'

"'What shall I do?'

"'You have to be in the office, or at least in the building the whole time. If you leave you will lose your position. So you shouldn't leave office in your working time.'

"'It's only four hours a day and I should not leave the office,' said I. 'And the work?'

'"It's to copy out the Encyclopaedia. There is the first volume of it. You must bring your own ink, pens, and paper, but we'll give you this table and chair. Will you be ready tomorrow?'

"'Yes,' I answered.

"Then good-bye, Mr. Wilson, and let me congratulate you once more.' He bowed and I went home with my assistant. I was very happy.

"Well, I thought over the matter all day, and by evening I was not sure about taking this place. But I could understand nothing. Vincent Spaulding cheered me up, and in the morning I decided to have a look at it, so I bought a bottle of ink, a pen and some paper and I went to the office.

"To my surprise everything was right. The table was ready for me, and Mr. Duncan Ross was there. He gave me to start from the letter/1, and then he left me; but he came in from time to time to see that all was right with me. At two o'clock he said good-bye, and locked the door of the office.

"This went on⁹ day after day, Mr. Holmes, and on Saturdays, the manager came in and gave me four pounds for my work. It was the same the next week, and the same the week after. Every morning I was there at ten, and every afternoon I left at two. I never left the room for a moment, because I didn't want to lose my work.

"Eight weeks passed. Then suddenly everything came to an end."

"To an end?"

"Yes, sir. This morning I went to my work as usual at ten o'clock, but the door was locked. There was a note on the door. Here it is, you can read it for yourself."

He gave us a piece of paper. It had the following words.

"The Red-headed League Is Dissolved. October, 9, 1890. "

"What did you do when you found this?"

"I was surprised. I didn't know what to do. Then I came to the offices round, but nobody could tell me anything about it. Finally, I went to the landlord and asked him if he could tell me what had become of the League. He said that he had never heard of it. Then I asked him about Mr. Duncan Ross. He answered that he didn't know this name.

"'Well,' said I, 'the gentleman at Number 4.'

"'What, the man with red hair?'

"'Yes.'

"'Oh,' said he, 'his name was William Morris. He was using my room for some time. He moved out yesterday!

"'Where could I find him?'

'"At his new office. Here is his address: 17, King Edward Street, near St. Paul's.'¹⁰

"I went there, Mr. Holmes, but there was no any William Morris there, or Mr. Duncan Ross."

"And what did you do then?" asked Holmes.

"I went home and asked my assistant. But he couldn't help me. I did not want to lose such a good place, so I decided to turn to you for advice. And I came to you."

"And you did very wisely," said Holmes. "Your case is very interesting, and I shall be happy to look into it. It can be more serious than we may expect."

"Serious!" said Wilson. "I have lost four pounds a week."

"Well. Answer my questions, please. How long has your assistant been with you?"

"About a month then."

"How did he come?"

"In answer to my advertisement."

"Was he the only man who came?"

"No."

"Why did you choose him ?"

"Because I didn't have to pay him much."

"What is he like?"

"Small, fat, no hair on his face, though he is about 30. He has a white splash of acid on his forehead."

Holmes sat up on his chair quickly.

"I knew it," said he. "That's enough, Mr. Wilson. I'll tell you the solution in a day or two."

"Well, Watson," said Holmes to me. "The case is very strange."

"What are you going to do?" I asked.

"To smoke and go to the concert. Are you going with me?"

"Certainly."

We went by the underground, then walked a little to Saxe-Coburg Square, the place which we had listened about in the morning. It was a little poor place, where there were two lines of old brick houses. The white letters "J. Wilson а corner house, showed us the place where our red-headed client lived. Sherlock Holmes stopped in front of it and looked it all over. Then he walked up and down the street, till looking carefully at the houses. Finally he returned to the Wilson's house, struck on the pavement with his stick two or three times, and then he went up to the door and knocked. A Jean—shaven young man opened the door and asked us to come in.

"Thank you," said Holmes. "I only wanted to ask you how you would go from here to the Strand."¹¹

"Third right, fourth left," answered the assistant, and closed the door.

"I have known something of this young man before," said Holmes.

"I think," said I, "Mr. Wilson's assistant is соnnected with this mystery. I am sure you asked the way only ran order that you might see him."

"Not him."

"What then?"

"The knees of his trousers."

"And what did you see?"

"What I expected to see."

"Why did you beat the pavement?"

"My dear doctor, now it's time to look, not to talk."

At this moment we turned round the соrner and found ourselves in one of the main streets of the City.

"Let me see," said Holmes, standing at the corner and looking along the line, "I want to remember the order of the houses here. It is my hobby to know London well. There's the tobacconist, the little newspaper shop, the Coburg branch of the City Bank, the restaurant. "Well, doctor, We’ve done our work, so it's time to have a sandwich and a cup of coffee. Then 1 can play a violin."

My friend was a good musician. He liked to play and compose music. When I saw him that afternoon playing at St. James's Hall I felt that bad time might be coming upon all criminals¹².

"Do you want to go home, Doctor?" he asked as we went out.

"Yes, it would be nice."

"And I have some business to do. This case at Coburg Square is serious."

"Why?"

"A crime is going to take place. I hope we'll be in time to stop it. I'll need your help tonight."

"When?"

"At ten."

"I'll be at Baker Street at this time."

"Very well. And there may be some little danger, so put your revolver in your pocket."

He said this and disappeared in the crowd.

I was baffled. We had heard the same story, we had seen the same place, and yet from his words it was clear that he knew what had happened, and what was going to happen, while I still could say nothing.

When I appeared at Baker Street that evening, there were two cabs at the door, and, as I entered, I heard the sound of voices. 1 saw Holmes talking to two men, one of them was Peter Jones, the police agent; while the other was a long, thin man with a sad face and a very shiny head.

"Well, everybody is here," said Holmes, buttoning up his jacket, and taking his heavy hunting gun. "Watson, 1 think you know Mr. Jones, of Scotland Yard? Let me introduce you to Mr. Merryweather, who will take part in our adventure."

"Our friend is a good man for hunting. All he wants is an old dog to help him," said Jones.

"I hope we'll catch something bigger than a goose," remarked Mr. Merryweather sadly.

"Don't worry, Mr. Merryweather. We are going to play the game with big prizes. For you, Mr. Merryweather, it will be about thirty thousand pounds; and for you, Jones, it will be a man you want to catch."

"John Clay, the murderer, thief and forger. His grandfather was a Duke¹³ and he had studied at Eton and Oxford¹⁴. It's very difficult to catch him. He is very cunning."

"I hope that I'll have the pleasure to introduce you tonight. It's time to go. You two take the first cab; Watson and I will go in the second."

Sherlock Holmes was silent during the drive. At last we stopped.

"This man, Merryweather, is a bank director," he said, "and he is interested in the matter. I asked Jones to go with us also. He is not very clever but he is as brave as a bulldog. Here we are and they are waiting for us."

We found ourselves at the place we had visited in the morning. We followed Mr. Merryweather through a narrow passage and a side door, which he opened for us. There was a small corridor and an iron gate. It was opened and we came down the stone steps which ended with another gate. Mr. Merryweather lit a lantern, and we passed through a dark passage, and after opening a third door we found ourselves in a huge cellar, where there were a lot of large boxes.

Mr. Merryweather struck his stick upon the floor.

"Why, it sounds quite hollow!"¹⁵ he remarked looking up in surprise.

"Please, be quiet," said Holmes sternly. "Will you please sit down on one of those boxes?"

Mr. Merryweather did it, while Holmes fell upon his knees and began to examine the stones. A few seconds later he got up.

"We have at least an hour," he remarked, "they can hardly take any steps until¹⁶ Mr. Wilson is in bed. Then they will hurry, because the sooner they do their work the more time they'll have for escaping. We are now, Doctor, in the cellar of one of the main London banks. Mr. Merryweather can explain to you that there are reasons for the criminals to be interested in this cellar."

"It is our French gold," whispered the director.

"Your French gold?"

"Yes. Some months ago we borrowed thirty thousand napoleons¹⁷ from the Bank of France. The box on which 1 sit contains two thousand napoleons."

"Well," said Holmes, "now it is time to arrange our plans. I hope that we have to wait about an hour. Now, we must put the screen over that lantern."

"And sit in the dark?"

"I am afraid so. And first of all, we must choose our positions. I shall stay behind this box, and you hide yourselves behind those. Then, when 1 flash a light upon them, close in quickly. If they use guns, Watson, shoot them down immediately."

I put my revolver on the top of the wooden box behind which I hid.

"They have only one retreat,"¹⁸ whispered Holmes. "That is back through the house into Saxe-Coburg Square. I hope you have done what I asked you, Jones?"

"There are three policemen at the front door."

"Good. And now we must be silent and wait."

What a time it seemed! I thought that the night have almost gone. My legs hurt, because I feared to change my position. I was looking at the floor. Suddenly I saw the glint of a light.

At first it was just a spark between the stones. Then it became a yellow line, and then, a gash opened and a hand appeared. Then it disappeared and all was dark again.

Some moments later one of the broad, white stones turned over and left a square hole, through which we could see a light. A clean-cut boyish face appeared, which looked about. In another moment a man stood at the side of the hole and was helping another man with a pale face and very red hair.

"It's all clear,", he whispered. "Have you the bags? Oh, Archie, run quickly!"

Sherlock Holmes jumped out and took the man by the collar. The other disappeared in the hole. The light flashed from a revolver, but Holmes beat the man's hand, and the pistol fell down on the floor.

"It's no use,¹⁹ John Clay," said Holmes.

"I see," the other answered with coolness. "I hope that my friend is all right."

"There are three men waiting for him at the door," said Holmes.

"Oh, really. I must congratulate you."

"And I you," Holmes answered. "Your red-headed idea was brilliant."

"Hold out your hands while I fix the handcuffs," said Jones.

"Do not ouch me with your dirty hands," remarked our prisoner, as the handcuffs clattered upon his hands, "don't you know²⁰- that 1 have royal blood in my veins. And will you say 'sir' and 'please' when you address me."

"All right," said Jones. "Would you please, sir,²¹ go upstairs,

where we can get a cab to carry your highness to the police-station."

"That is better," said John Clay. He bowed to us and walked off.

"Really, Mr. Holmes," said Mr. Meryweather, as we were going out from the cellar, "I do not know how the bank can thank you. You have prevented the most determined attempts at bank robbery that have ever taken place."

"I have had some little scores²² of my own to settle with Mr. John Clay," said Holmes. "And it was also interesting for me to solve a case of the Red-headed League."

"You see, Watson," he explained the next morning, "it was clear from the very beginning that the only possible aim of this fantastic business must be to get Mr. Wilson out of the house for some hours every day. It was a strange way of doing it, but this method was suggested to Clay's mind by the colour of his Master's hair. They put in the advertisement; one criminal has an office, the other one tells the man about this work, and together they do their job in his absence every morning."

"But how could you find out about their plans?"

"The man's business was a small one, and there was nothing in the house which could attract their attention. So 1 decided that it must be something out of the house. What could it be? I thought of the assistant's fondness of photography, and of his working in the cellar. The cellar! Then I made inquiries about this man and found that he was one of the coolest criminals in London. What was he doing in the cellar? I decided he was running a tunnel to some other building.

"When we went to Mr. Wilson's house, I surprised you by beating upon the pavement with my stick. Then I rang the bell, and, as I hoped, the assistant answered it. I wanted to see his knees. I hope you noticed how worn and wrinkled they were.

Then 1 thought of the aim of doing all this. I walked round the corner, saw that the City Bank was situated there, and felt that I had solved my problem. When you were at home after the concert, I went to Scotland Yard, and to the director of the bank."

"And how could you tell that they would do it tonight?"

"Well, when they closed their League offices that was a sign that they finished their work with the tunnel. And they should use it soon, or it might be discovered. Saturday would be better than any other day, as it would give them two days for the escape."

"You explained everything beautifully," 1 exclaimed in admiration.

"Yes, these little problems make my life exciting, that's why 1 like them," answered my friend.